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When My Parents Were Due to Arrive, I Started Tidying Up the House
Ive been in a relationship with my boyfriend for two years. He proposed, and of course I said yes. However, I found it puzzling that he wasnt in a hurry for us to move in together.
He lived in a three-bedroom flat with his parents in Manchester, and I stayed in a student hall. Im convinced that living together before marriage is important; it helps us get used to each other and see if we truly fit. I brought it up with my fiancé, but he acted as if he didnt understand what I meant. Then, as luck would have it, his parents had to travel for two weeks, so we finally got the opportunity to live together during that time.
I tried my hardest to be the perfect homemaker. I cooked, cleaned, and kept everything neat and tidy. Every day I surprised my fiancé with homemade treats and did my best to please him.
But there was just one problem. When I asked him to help with the vacuuming, he insisted it wasnt a mans job. He said, in his family, men are responsible for the financial side, not for helping their wives with housework. I held my tongue, thinking that once we really lived together, things would naturally change.
By the time his parents returned, the flat was sparkling clean. I wanted to make a good impression, so I baked a cake, prepared dinner, and then went home.
The next day, Henry told me his mother wasnt pleased with me. Apparently, she thought I wasnt much of a hostess. I was shocked. The first time Id been in their home, it had been much messier. Why was she criticising me? She didn’t even appreciate my food, saying it was unappealing. I felt deeply hurt.
I think she simply doesnt want her son to leave home, so she finds fault with me. Maybe she has a different match in mind for him. Why do I suspect this? Because once his parents came back, Henry became distant, and we rarely see or talk now. I doubt there will be a wedding after all.
Sometimes, what we want isnt always what others want for us. Ive learned that love and marriage should be partnerships, where both sides are valued and respected. If compromise and understanding arent present, perhaps its better to move on and discover a path where you are truly appreciated.
You can stretch your legs, but if you want real responsibility, you’d better give up the baby.
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